anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

"Taylor." His name escapes on a deep, rasping breath, a momentary gulp of air as Locus surfaces, fingers lifting to curl against the nape of his neck and draw him in. I've got you, he won't hurt you, I won't let him...

But the kiss that lands on his lips is sharp, tugging at his lip, nipping the corner of his mouth, before finally letting him in. Rolling his tongue and coaxing him inward as he rolls his hips, back bowing, to drag up against Taylor in what almost seems a tease.

As goood as a tongue dragging up his spine, the scrape of his name in Sam's voice when they're both grinding in tight like this- or should be grinding in tight. Felix going in for a shivery slick twist, some kind of tease and normally? He'd be all about that. Want it, drag it along, roll with it-

if it were Sam doing the teasing. He's 60/40 on it being Felix and that's more than enough to thrust his tongue in hard and scrape his hands down to drag up Sam's shirt, nudging them back to brace himself over Sam. Fexix. Them.

Weirdest threesome ever.

Locus's eyes flash open, and there's no doubt who's staring up at him behind that orange glow, who's digging their heels into the floor and bucking his hips up so hard he could damn near dislodge him.

But he doesn't. Instead he hums into the scratch of those nails and rolls his tongue against Taylor's, lapping at the back of his teeth.

"Mmm, that's more like it. Show us what you got, big man."

He shouldn't have to worry about corny back talk when he's got his tongue in someone's mouth- but Felix is kind of a special guy. Gotta admire that. Less the sassback but it's not enough to have him peeling away. If anything it's fuel for the fire.

What he's got is a hand snaking down to pinch at Sam's nipple- not as bitingly sharp as the clamps but a good improvised alternative while he swaps from 'fuck yes now please' to 'fucking ruin Sam'. Rendering them incoherent will be a visceral delight.

It's all about shutting Felix up, isn't it?

This close to the surface, he can feel it. The echoes of it surge across the neural lace as Locus cants his head back, nearly hard enough to rap against the floor, his mouth dropping slightly as his eyes roll shut.

Again, his hips buck upwards, before his hands slide up into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, to tug insistently. Don't promise what you can't deliver, Taylor.

Better. Finding a pattern and variation that works for them hasn't been difficult since that first night in the hotel. Throwing Felix into the mix? Brand new variation to work off of. Things that Sam likes- red welts dragged against his ribs, pinched bruises, the way Taylor sets his teeth against the side of his throat and grinds down while sucking with bruising force- these things he knows works for Sam.

Felix- an entirely new puzzle, one that played with knives. One that would incite Sam into being angry enough for a frustrated kind of fucking.

He can work with that. Does work with that when he kicks off his sweats and doesn't so much peel off Sam's pants as tear them while trying to get a hand on his cock, squeezing the base with a low, rumbling growl. Not as good as Sam's but hey, he's learning.

He's rewarded with a laugh, a throaty thing that could have come from either of them, but Locus isn't smiling so much as gasping, hips shifting swiftly and legs kicking to assist in dragging his pants down and off.

"Ooh. Got some teeth, do you?"

And that grip on his hair is being used to drag him closer, close enough to drag teeth against his earlobe with a low hiss.

The usual pinch shifts to a pinch and twist, not quite bruising force set in against such sensitive skin yet, nails not in play. But he'll get there. He'll work them both up till Felix can't fucking think straight- and with that goal locked in mind- as much as it's Sam he's touching, Sam he's biting and hurting, Sam's thighs he's shoving apart to slot between-

The whole of his demeanor shifts ever so slightly as he drags himself half a step back mentally. Goes at this with the same laser focus he reserves for locks. Not distant, but not entirely tender. Calloused palms skate along the skin of Sam's thighs before his fingers dig in to drag welts, twist to pinch skid right up to draw his thumbnail in a steady line along the underside of Sam's cock, flicking across the slit. Things that were and are normally just on this side of too much.

"Shit--!"

Retaliation comes quick, Locus's knee jerking up on impulse to jab him in the side, something furious burning in that orange glow. "You sure you want to play that rough? Cause we can play rough," Felix breathes, sounding a little winded.

Locus, it seems, has shuddered and given in, but in Felix? It only encourages fighting back, a sort of grappling for dominance. He won't just roll over and take it quietly.

"Not playing at anything." Now he pulls back enough to watch them, grunting at the jab to his ribs but otherwise unmoving between their thighs. His hand twists just a little too dry over the head of Sam's cock. "Hit me again and I'm leaving you here."

Hard and half naked on the floor. He can get off with his hand in the shower just as well as he can with Sam and Felix. The pad of his thumb rolls over the slit he'd teased with his nail earlier, head tipped to the side. "But if you want rough- You got a word?"

Improvising a scene is not how he does this shit, especially with new partners. But he knows this body, knows Sam's limits, it's Felix that's the wild card at the moment.

The dry twist earns a snarl, tugging at Locus's lips hard enough to show teeth, but the expression it melts into is downright sulky. Right. Gotta set up rules and all that bullshit.

They'd never needed them, he silently reminds Locus. They knew each other's limits, they never pushed past what they needed or wanted, but he just loves his goddamn rules, doesn't he?

There are two deep, steadying breaths before he glances askance, obviously annoyed. Finally, he responds. "Osiris."

Mood-killer if there ever was one.

"Boundaries? And don't give me that 'no severe injuries' bullshit. There's a lot of wiggle room there and we both know it." Probably to be a shit and probably to reward Felix without using a condescending 'good boy' because that is not the game here, Felix isn't his anything other than his personal migraine more often than not- York licks his palm to smooth its glide along Sam's cock, working him in firm, slow strokes.

Osiris- yeah he's going to have to look up what happened to Mason Wu.

Maybe send his wife and kid money or something.

"You're a fucking killjoy, you know that?"

Meanwhile Locus is breathing a little more evenly, the steady stroke of slick fingers pulling most of his focus, though he manages to keep from pressing him, from pushing things even as Felix gains his own ground.

"No dick-biting or pinching. He likes that shit. Not me. None of that pet-name bullshit either. And don't go pulling any electric toys out of your back pocket."

Well. It appears Felix has absolutely no issue stating what he does and doesn't want, at least.

"You'll get it back when I get your boundaries." As much as he hates Felix for who and what he is and the situation- he's not that guy. He will never fucking be that guy. This is gonna be good whether Felix likes it or not and at this point he's hell bent on blowing his mind just to spite him.

The hand on Sam's cock speeds to a steady pump, thumb swiping over the head at irregular intervals, settling them in with constant, crackling pleasure.

"Got it. What do you like, what do you wanna try?" It's almost businesslike save for the fact he's got one hand on Sam's cock and the other flicking and pinching his nipples. "If it's dealer's choice I'm gonna see how many orgasms it takes to make your hologram short out."

"Assuming you get that far. Cause I want to know what to do to you, too."

Locus's tongue darted across his lips briefly, thighs spreading a little further, trying to give him room as he soaked in that attention. It felt good, just a surface level buzz, but he was concentrating on that in an effort to stay at least partially present. Felix was running the show, was the one tugging bluntly at his hair and hitching his breath just so under those fingers.

"Or do you like 'em quiet and obedient? Just taking what you give them and saying 'thank you sir, can I have another?'"

"You're not fucking me." He's laying that out right now. Sam? Sure. As often and rough as he likes. Felix? Fuck and no. "And you're not getting a knife."

No for no, boundaries established first. Other than that? He rocks forward enough to bite at Sam's bottom lip, hard cock gliding along the join of thigh and groin as he sorts out what he wants right now. Been awhile since he's been with anyone except Sam so adjusting mentally is taking half a second. What he trusts Sam with is a much longer list than what he'd trust a one night stand with and this? Is more or less a bizarre one night stand. Clicking back to the usual rules is easy once he remembers them. "I like giving head, I like getting head. I like my hair getting pulled and hearing that who I'm with is getting off. I like dirty talk that isn't debasing and insulting. I like getting bitten and bruised. You?"

Something in Locus's gut curls warm and appreciative at that. That's his. That's theirs, and he can't help but be pleased by that.

Felix, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. If he does, he's hiding it well, pulling up onto his elbows and sliding his free hand down to grip Taylor's cock, to press him into that little dip of muscle and let him just rub to his heart's content. "I like fighting. I like fucking and getting fucked."

He pushed himself up further still, until they were almost nose to nose, head canting slightly to one side, Locus's eyes only half-open by this point. "I like the way you try and hide your teeth, but I'd like it better if you didn't. And I like people living up to their word."

So go ahead. Try to short him out.

Getting fucked it'll be, then, as soon as York finds the damn lube he'd kept in his pocket (He's tried to be prepared since that first go on the mats) and figures out how to 'show his teeth' the way Felix seems to want. Whatever the hell that means. One handed fumbling finds and fishes out the tube as he leans in to bite at Felix's lips, closing the distance with a sharp edged smirk and no real plan as to how to move forward.

What did he like, what did Sam like, what tricks hasn't he pulled on either of them in awhile? The hand on his cock goes feather light, barely trailing and twisting along Sam's shaft as he slicks up his other hand.

Locus -- Felix -- all but rolls his eyes before bucking up, shoving a foot down against the floor and pushing to roll Taylor back, attempting to switch their positioning.

If he can't maintain a firm hand even in the literal sense, he can stay down there and let Felix drive. Even if he's not fucking him, he doesn't want to wait for him to figure out what he's doing.

Felix knows what to do.

"Woah-" Ok teasing is not on the agenda, he can work with that. And roll with it as he gets his bearings. Staring up at Sam is never not hot when he's hard and naked and right there- Taylor's slick fingers drag along Thigh and hip before curling around back and down to slip inside. Test the resistance cuz- it has been awhile.

Not long but, long enough to be careful.

"Mmm..."

That's Locus, now, shifting his hips and relaxing back onto those fingers. He's tight, yes, but he knows how to make his body surrender, to make things easier. And Felix is there all the while, whispering into his ear, getting him to melt, too.

Until he slips back in and squeezes tight around those fingers in a flex, grinning sharply.

"Come on. Don't be shy about it. We wanna see what you've got, pretty boy."

"There we go-" The familiar flex and glide- there's resistance but it's not too much. Enough for Sam to feel it when he starts twisting his hand, curling his fingers to press and stretch in even passes. Of course Felix popping up to be all smug just reminds Taylor of his earlier promise.

Half a second to find the right angle, less than that once he's got it to strike at Locus' prostate in a sharp, intense grind. No break, no recovery, just tight circles pressing against that bundle of nerves while his other hand slips up to squeeze Felix's cock. Not as hard as he would for Sam alone, but- hey. "What I've got are magic hands, Slick."

That throws them both. Locus moans and shudders, mouth dropping open for breath as wave after wave of sharp, shocking pleasure strikes, until he can barely breathe for all his panting. Felix falls silent but he's there, oh yes, that tell-tale gleam still visible in Locus's eyes as they both rock back against those clever fingers.

Fuck, but he ain't lying.

Now he lets himself feel smug, watching the orange flicker in Sam's eyes, knowing he's got them both on the ropes. Sam's used to a more gradual buildup, even if they start in hot and hard and biting. Diving right for the hot buttons early- could be cheating. Isn't.

What else had Felix said- oh right.

Teeth.

He leans up, craning his neck to get one of Sam's nipples in his mouth, biting down around the dark skin as he sucks in a bruise. Given leave to gnaw? He'll make a mess of them both.

"Son of a bitch..."

Locus's head drops as he gasps, squirms, uncertain whether to lean back into the steady pulse of those fingers or the sharp pinch of his teeth. But Felix has a hand up and tangling in Taylor's hair to tug, snarling softly.

It's ramping things up fairly quickly, it's true. But that doesn't stop him from wanting more. Demanding it. He's never satisfied, it seems.

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